#like i didn’t want to be married anymore either but you moving on that fast is making me feel some typa way

[rashfordisred]

scott kissing the napoli badge feels like… the divorce was only finalized a month ago and you’re already engaged to your new girl… okay

[thebullensshitposting]

I wanted an imagine Jasper x reader x Alice where the reader was Victoria's sister and when they meet at the baseball game Alice and Jasper feel the connection with her so when James tries to attack Bella and everyone gets defensive the reader apologizes for them Before going, let's say that the reader recently moved to Forks to "finish high school" and the three of them would have gone to visit there before that happened, but as they didn't get along, the reader decides to leave there, but Alice and Jasper Don't they leave it because they are destined? please

So I (S) wrote this because K is a horrible human and has been procrastinating like a champ.

Either way, I am not entirely sure if I fully understood what you wanted to happen, so I just kind of pulled a bunch of ideas out of my ass in hopes it would come somewhat close.

Tldr: procrastionation makes for author changes, promt was kind of confusing

~S Word count: 1049

Y/n has never really been able to make decisions on her own. When she was little her parents would rule over her. And when she was older and worked she had her employer that would tell her what to do, be it with words or abuse. When she and her sisters fled she had them tell her what to do.

And that never really changed. Now, so many years later, she still had one of her sisters, Victoria, tell her what to do. And to a degree she was glad. Making decisions on her own scared her a little, or a lot if she was honest.

Life changed since Victoria turned her when she was just a mere 17 years old. They weren’t alone anymore. Victoria found love in James, a vampire that y/n could only describe as somewhat nice on a good day and downright psychopathic on a not so good day. They also found company in Laurent. She liked Laurent more than James, although she wouldn’t admit it out loud to anyone.

They constantly were on the move, sometimes more nomadic, sometimes a little more settled. Right now it was the latter and they resided in a shabby little hut on the outskirts of a little town called Forks. And with settling down they had to come up with stories that would fit their looks and would grant them some time to stay. Victoria and James were a married couple and both were freelance artists looking for inspiration. Y/n was the little sister in her final year of high school that had to tag along because their parents weren’t really that great. And Laurent? He was some kind of uncle that stayed with them.

They didn’t meet other vampires all that often. Most were hiding from everything and everyone. Some were truly hiding. Some were only hiding in plain sight and would share glances telling them to hurry out of their territory. So it was a surprise when she went to school for the first time and immediately came face to face with several other vampires.

She had told Victoria about the encounter later in the day.

“If they try hurting you, show them hell,” Victoria had told her. “You are a force of nature, remember? You are fast, faster than any of them, I promise you. You have teeth that could tear them apart and you are strong.” Sometimes it was jarring how brutal Victoria could be when she was so caring and soft as a human.

Victoria caressed y/ns cheek softly and smiled gently. “I know you are gentle and hate hurting people. But please promise me that you won’t let them hurt you. I can’t lose another sister. I can’t lose you,” she whispered.

So she went to school and kept her distance. Sure, she could feel their stares and could almost feel how judging they were and how much they wanted her gone, but they left her alone. The uneasiness made her almost go whining to Victoria, begging her to move somewhere else, or become nomadic again.

But it wasn’t until they all went out to scour the area for prey that everything would hit a high in terms of tension. They found the vampires that were also in town on a field as they were playing baseball. And they had a human with them. Y/n found it a little funny how their situations were so different but to someone from the outside it would look like they were mirroring each other. The human being hid behind the vampires, y/n being shielded from the other vampires by Victoria, James and Laurent.

James and Victoria tried to lure information out of the others, make them let them play with them to find their weaknesses. But then they smelled the human. Victoria and Laurent hid it better than James. He decided on that spot that he wanted no one but that human. And y/n couldn’t blame him. The human smelled incredible and it also  almost made her leap at her to devour her.

Y/n tried to silently slip away and just as she thought it worked she heard two of the vampires follow her. She ran. She ran like she had never before as fear began to fill her.

“Leave me alone!” She screamed. They just began running faster and y/n picked up more in pace. “I said leave me alone! I have done nothing!” She screamed again.

She then did the worst mistake of her life. She turned her head to see how close they were. The movement slowed her down enough for the tiny vampire to slam into her and knock her to the ground. Her, what y/n presumed to be, mate quickly caught up to them as well and watched the both of them.

“Get off of me! I will rip you to shreds! I will kill you!” Y/n screeched and flailed around. 

“You wouldn’t do that,” said the small one with a big smile on her face.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry about my sister and our companions. I don’t know why they did that, please let me go,” Y/n begged, “I can’t die yet. I have to be there for my sister, please, she needs me.”

“We could never kill you.” The older one grabbed the smaller ones shoulder to make her ease off a little.

“I am Alice and this is Jasper,” the smaller one said, “we could never hurt you, y/n. And you could never hurt us.”

“How do you know my name?” Y/n was certain that this is what dying felt like, this uncertainty and confusion.

“I can tell the future. And Jasper is exceptionally empathetic. We figured something out that you haven’t yet, sweetie. We are meant to be. You being here, us being here, this whole mess with your clan, it’s destiny. All of it needed to happen for us to meet. We needed this to find the last puzzle piece. You are our key to eternal happiness, and we are yours, if you let us be.” Alice looked deeply into y/ns eyes and y/n could just tell that she was telling nothing but the truth. And it scared her.

[sorchathered]

Sweet Home Texas pt. 2

A/N- hey yall just a little something I wrote while I was traveling today, I don’t know how often I’ll get to update after this with the move rapidly approaching but I had some free time. :)

Pairing- Jake “hangman” Seresin x Oc Ella Mcree

Warnings- angst, language

“I can’t do it anymore.” She said with a heaving sob as she crumbled in on herself, arms wrapped tightly around her middle as if she were holding herself together.

“I’ve been with him for almost 20 years, I don’t know any other way of life but this is…this isn’t a life anymore! Happy moments are almost non-existent, I can’t even remember the last time he prioritized me before his job or his friends, hell I don’t think we’ve even been on a date in at least a year. We are constantly biting each other’s heads off, everything I do seems to be wrong or met with a condescending look. I’m not a child! I’m a 35 year old woman with a thriving career! Just because he has some kind of god complex as a pilot doesn’t give him the right to treat me like I’m stupid. I don’t want to be mean, and I don’t want to hurt him, but I don’t think I can be married to him anymore. Love shouldn’t feel like this, love shouldn’t hurt like this. If the end goal is to be together for 50 + years and hate every minute of it then I don’t want it. I’m sorry- I’m so sorry Jake but I won’t do this anymore.”

Jane Wyatt had been seeing Ella and Jake Seresin for couples therapy for nearly 6 months now, and in that time their relationship had shown no growth. Jake dug his heels in and fought Ella at every corner, he knew he worked too much and probably could have put more time into them but he maintained that she knew this was his dream and he was trying to make it to the top. One day things would be easier, she just had to wait it out.

Ella felt like she was dying on the vine, she had put her life on hold for Jake for so long and now that she was thriving in her career and fast tracking it to become the cfo of a major company in San Diego suddenly Jake couldn’t handle it. Having her at home barefoot and pregnant had never been a part of their plan, they both knew it but he felt like he was losing control and took it out on her. Accusations of cheating when she worked late hours, nitpicking everything she did, he didn’t mean to make her feel small but something in his subconscious just wouldn’t let it go. The house was burning from the inside out and he was refusing to throw water on the fire, they’d burn down together and stay married and maybe one day they’d crawl their way out of it.

Jane watched the scene unfolding in front of her, Ella falling apart and Jake white knuckling the chair across from her, jaw clenched so tightly it felt like his teeth might crack. She knew what the diagnosis was and it was one of the worst parts of her job.

Being a couples counselor was not for the weak, and she knew that at one point the two people in front of her had been head over heels in love. But this wasn’t the same couple from twenty years ago, and it wasn’t helping either of them to stay on a sinking ship.

“I’m sorry to you both, you’ve spent over half your lives together and I know this is not how either of you saw it going. My professional opinion? It’s time to take a step away from each other, whether that be for a few months or in dissolving your marriage can’t be determined yet, only time can answer that. But neither of you are good for each other right now, and my opinion is unchanged. You need to let each other go and find out who you are without each other. It’s the only way to move forward.”

Jake was out of his seat and out the door before she even finished, Ella crying out for him as he made his way to the elevators and out to his truck. He finally let himself break when he was alone, he knew it took two people to build a life but he had pushed her to this point. He knew she’d been unhappy and he had done nothing to stop it, nothing to change it, just expected her to push through like they always had. He didn’t know who he was without her, he’d never even kissed another woman before her; how was he supposed to just move on? The thought made him feel physically sick. He couldn’t go home, so he called his wingman, Javy Machado to admit defeat and ask for a place to stay.

That was nearly four years ago, Jake replayed that awful afternoon over in his mind in bed after he’d seen you at the bar tonight, you’d looked damn good. Still all fire and sharp wit, and it reminded him just how far apart you’d grown in the time since then. He had hoped if he gave you space to grow and learned the tools he needed to work on himself that the universe would bring you back together, but it hadn’t. That is until you walked in tonight. Circumstances be damned, he wasn’t signing those damn papers. He’d let this go on too long, he was going to romance you and show you just how good things could be, if you’d found someone else well that poor sap would have to go because the two of you were endgame and he knew it. Now he just had to convince you. Easier said than done.

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[tudorgirl]

Leather Jacket

a/n: Okay this is my first fanfic on here like this. This is my first JJ/reader fic. I tried really hard on this, so please be kind

warning: Some curse words, mentions of Luke Maybank, JJ being JJ, angst fluff ending. Loosely inspired by the song “Leather Jacket” by The Arkells

word count: 1 k

pairing: JJ/ girlfriend/ex reader

The rain was blurring your vision, you could barely make out bright reflecting halos that were speeding past you on the road.

Your short dress wasn’t your brightest idea, and your boots were soaked with the puddles you could not avoid to get here.

Teeth chattering from the cold breeze along with what felt like a tsunami to you.

Where was your ride? And where was your phone for that matter?

Just then a car pulled up beside you, next to the pay phone you used to call.

You opened the door to the old car, and you hurried into it shivering.

“Here” JJ Maybank said handing you the leather jacket with a smile

He had been asleep when his phone rang that early morning. He had been crashing at the Chateau since the breakup. JJ was surprisingly sober, but he wasn’t in a peaceful dream either. He was replaying your last conversation.

“I can’t do this anymore JJ”

“Do what Y/N?

“We have been dating for three years. Do you even love me?

“The hell kind of question is that. Of course I love you Y/N.”

“Well, it doesn’t seem like it. John B and Sarah are married. Pope is thinking of proposing to Cleo… we are still here crashing in my apartment pretending to live together like we did three years ago” you had said tears forming in your blue eyes JJ loved so much.

“Y/N come on… don’t cry. I hate seeing my angel cry” he said trying to wrap his arms around you.

“I need stability JJ. I want a life with you as your wife “you said hiccupping from sobbing.

“You want to get married?” JJ asked dumbfounded scratching his head.

         That had been in, the last straw for you. Of course, JJ loved you. He had never loved anything more in his existence. He dreamed of a life with you, but he was a pogue. You were a kook. It shouldn’t matter to him. You had proven status didn’t matter to you.  You moved out of your parents figure eight mansion and into a one-bedroom apartment near the cut to be closer to him.  The money wasn’t gone though. Your parents still gave you everything. They even accepted your relationship with a Maybank.

         JJ was still Luke Maybank’s son though. He thought you deserved better. He knew it. You still stayed and that’s why he couldn’t propose.

        You had left the Chateau a week ago. He had broken your heart and it killed him. He was doing the right thing. You would move on to some kook prince and get the life you were worthy of, not the shit hole of a life he could provide for you.

         He was relieving all this when his phone rang and when he looked at the glowing screen it was no caller I.D. He answered anyway, still hopful

“Y/n? he asked sitting up in bed.

“JJ…I lost my phone at the bar, and I need a ride. Can you pick me up?”

“Are you at “the Gater”?” he asked putting his shoes on.

“Yes.. j its raining and I’m cold” you said sounding miserable.

“Be right there sweetheart “He got his keys and got his jacket and was off to the bar you two had made so many memories together.

You took the leather jacket that still smelled like tobacco and bergamot, the aroma engulfed your senses. It might have been his father’s jacket but it reminded you of the man that you still adored.

You remembered everything from three years of dating. The fast-food dates where you would share milkshakes with the cute blonde boy. The dance at your school that he thought he didn’t belong, but you proudly held his hand and guided him to the dance floor. To wrapping your new puppy in the garment as you brought it to your apartment.

A leather jacket that was home just like the man in the drivers seat was.

 He put the car in gear and started driving in silence. Neither of you knew what to say at first. The heat was making your tired bones comfortable and soon you had fallen asleep.

JJ looked over at you and chuckled to himself. He only woke you when he stopped at your apartment building.

“Y/N… hey were home—er I mean were at your place” he corrected himself but felt his cheeks go crimson.

You opened your eyes and looked around and nodded understanding JJ. You unbuckled your seatbelt and were about to get out when JJ reached to gently take your hand.

“Why’d you call me?” JJ asked softly.

“You were the first person I thought of.” You said honestly meeting his gaze.

        You were walking to the entrance of the complex when you heard the familiar voice behind you.

“Y/N I cant give you what you grew up with” he screamed over the pouring rain.

“I grew up with loving parents that accepted me for everything I was. You cant give me that Maybank?” you asked walking toward him getting soaked again.

“I will love you with everything I got” he said as you reached him cupping his drenched face in your hands.

“What are you saying then?” you asked softly.

“You have my heart, my jacket, why not my last name?

You jumped in his arms and kissed him deeply.

He returned the kiss then took your hands in his and with the fear of becoming his father subsiding in his gut he asked the girl he loved to marry him.

“Yes JJ Maybank I will marry you” you said giggling then took his hand as you both ran inside from the storm.

As the door closed you noticed the tears in his eyes mixed with rain-stained cheeks. “I love you J”

“Y/N I love you too. Before we plan our wedding though. I have one more very important question for you”

“What would my fiancée like to know?” you asked giggling at the word “fiancée”

“Who the fuck uses a pay phone?”

The sounds of your laughter replaced the rain outside, and you both knew the sun would pierce through the sky again.

tagging @mvybanks(for help and inspiration) @moremaybank(for inspiration) and @maybankslover( inspiration)

[dottielovegood]

A Midsummer Night's Dream

Since yesterday was Summer Solstice and Midsummer is tomorrow, I thought that it would be fitting to write a little fic about human Elain during her first summer solstice/midsummer without Feyre. 

It is said that if you pick seven different flowers and put them under your pillow on midsummer, you will dream of the man you are going to marry. Who is the man visiting Elain’s dreams? 

Set during ACOTAR

Pairing: Elriel Words: 2581 Content warnings: none

Elain was standing in her garden, eyes closed and face turned toward the sky. Summer had finally reached their little village and she had almost forgotten how good the sun felt on her skin. Just like she had forgotten what it felt like not to worry about money and food. 

It had been months since she had seen her younger sister, Feyre. She had left so suddenly to go and take care of their old aunt Ripleigh who had fallen ill. In all honesty, Elain could barely even remember an aunt Ripleigh, and she could barely remember the night when Feyre left. Thinking back on it only made her head hurt and the memory was blurry - as if there was something wrong with it. It was like remembering a dream just after waking up and then forgetting it the very next second. It was there, yet it wasn’t. Elain couldn’t explain it, nor could she talk about it with Nesta. She would surely think her mad if she uttered a word about it, so she kept her mouth shut. It’s not like they didn’t have enough on their plate. 

A few weeks after Feyre’s departure, another peculiar thing happened. Somehow, their father, who had been nothing but a broken shell of the man he once was, had been able to get enough money to pay their debts, and then some. Elain didn’t think about this too much, either, because every time she did, she realized how incredulous it was. Things didn’t add up, and she was wary of things being too good, too fast. Shortly thereafter, they moved into a chateau of white marble with emerald roofs. She wrote to Feyre about their new house, about the servants they now employed, about the garden she wanted to grow, yet she received no reply. Her father’s spirit had lifted and Elain did everything in her power to seem happy even though there was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that something was wrong. She didn’t want to be a bother, so she put on a brave face. Sometimes, she envied Nesta. Nesta, who had turned inwards even more since Feyre left them. Nesta, who ground her teeth every time Elain talked about balls and suitors. Maybe she found Elain trite for caring about such things, but she didn’t understand that Elain had to care. She had to keep up appearances. Yes, they had gotten their old lives back in a way, but Elain knew how fragile it all was. She still remembered how it all had been taken away once, which meant that it could happen again. Elain vowed to herself that she would never let that happen. So she put on a smile and did whatever she could in order to secure a good future for herself and her family. She went to the balls, she accepted suitors into their home during the socialite season, she listened to the gossips that gathered in the town square every day just to find out who the most eligible bachelor was. And then she made up a plan on how to get him to ask for her hand. 

She pretended as if it didn’t bother her that the people who had turned their backs on their family for years now welcomed her with open arms. She pretended to actually care about the mindless conversations she was forced to endure while drinking tea with the other ladies in town. She needed everyone to like her. Her mother had once said that she would marry for beauty and love, but Elain wasn’t sure that was true anymore. Now, she thought that she might marry for security. If something were to happen to their father, she needed to be able to take care of her sisters. She was not going to let Feyre do it all by herself again. When Feyre returned, she was going to make sure that she knew that Elain wasn’t taking her for granted anymore. And with Nesta refusing to meet any suitors, Elain knew that she was their only hope. As a woman, there was only one way to secure a good future - by finding a good husband, and Elain was going to do just that. Just a few days ago, she had received a letter from the son of Lord Nolan, asking her to join him for tea in a week's time. Elain had almost started jumping with glee when she read the note. This was what she had been striving for. Graysen Nolan was one of the wealthiest bachelors in the village and he would surely make a good match. If she could charm him, she would never have to worry about going hungry again, nor would her sisters. They would be taken care of. So she accepted his offer and prayed to the gods that he would find her charming. From the way he had looked at her during the latest ball she attended, she knew that he already found her attractive. Knew that there was something that drew him to her. Now she just needed him to see beyond her exterior. Beauty was a short-lived currency, this she knew, so she needed to show him that she would be a good wife, mother and homemaker if he was going to choose her. 

It might not sound like much work, but Elain was exhausted. Always keeping up appearances and pretending as if the last few years never happened was tiresome, and she needed a rest. From her garden, she could hear music and laughter from where the townsfolk had gathered in the square. It was midsummer eve, the longest day of the year, and they were all celebrating the arrival of summer. Elain could almost imagine them all dancing around the maypole, singing silly songs and drinking a bit too much wine. The children would make flower crowns and eat too many sweets, just like every other year. It was a lovely tradition, but she couldn’t muster up the energy to attend. She had already gotten what she needed - the invite from Graysen Nolan. She could afford to not be social, if only for a day. 

Elain dug her toes into the soft grass underneath her bare feet and took a deep breath. She had given the servants the day off so they could all attend the midsummer celebrations, and so that she could enjoy some peace and quiet. Their father was away on business which meant that she and Nesta had the house to themselves - a rare occurrence these days. Although, she might have been here all on her own since Nesta was nowhere to be seen. She often kept to her room when she was home. Elain wondered why Nesta seemed even angrier now than when they were living in the cottage. They had gotten it all back - a beautiful house, more money than they needed and a good reputation. Elain couldn’t understand why Nesta seemed to hate everything they had been given. Sure, Elain didn’t understand their sudden fortune, but she was thankful nonetheless. She knew that she should talk to her sister, but every time she brought it up, Nesta just sighed and muttered something about Elain not being able to understand. Elan wanted to understand, and she hoped that Nesta would come around eventually. 

Elain let out a breath and opened her eyes, squinting from the bright sunshine. In her hand, she held a small bouquet of six flowers. She bent down to pick one last flower, a bluebell. Midsummer was said to be a magical day. There were all kinds of mystical stories and fairytales surrounding midsummer, and even though Elain hadn’t believed in those stories since she was a child, there was still one tradition that she enjoyed. It was probably silly, but it was said that if you picked seven different kinds of flowers and put them under your pillow, you would dream of the man you would someday marry. When they lived in the cottage, Elain had kept up this tradition even though Nesta laughed at her and told her that no one would want them now. They were destitute, fated to become spinsters, if they didn’t die first. Elain couldn’t let Nesta’s words into her heart. Hope was all she had back then, so she picked the flowers and prayed that she would see the man of her dreams. But every year, she awoke from a dreamless sleep. She was certain that this year wouldn’t be any different, but she was not going to lose hope. Hope is, after all, the last thing that abandons you. If you lose hope, you have nothing left to fight for. For years, she had lived on hope alone. And if this year had shown her anything, it was that dreams could come true. She thought that if she just hoped a little bit more, then maybe she would have everything she could ever dream of. 

So Elain held the flowers tight in her hand and returned to her bedroom. Maybe, just maybe, fate would be on her side this year. 

Later that night, she fell asleep with hope in her heart and seven flowers hidden under her pillow. 

Jasmine flowers grew out of dark shadows. They shone like small beacons of light in the darkness. Like stars in the night sky. Elain could hear her own heartbeat, or maybe it wasn’t hers? Something told her that she should be afraid, yet she found comfort in the darkness. Found comfort in the shadows that wound themselves around her body like ivy. She stretched out her hand to touch one of the white flowers. The soft petals tickled her fingertips before her hand was enveloped in darkness. A moment later, the world was bathed in a dim blue light. It seemed to be pulsing, following the same rhythm as her heartbeat. In the distance, she could see the shape of a man among the shadows. She couldn’t make out much in the darkness, but she knew that the light was coming from him. She didn’t know how she knew it, but she knew she should go to him. Knew that all the answers to her questions could be found there, with him. Whoever he was, wherever he had come from. He was the answer. 

She stepped closer, careful not to scare him away. Her nightgown clung to her legs and she could almost feel his eyes on her - assessing her. Silently asking her questions she didn’t know the answers to. She tried to speak, yet no words would leave her mouth. As she got closer, she could make out his dark messy hair. Could see that he was wearing black leather, an obsidian blade strapped to his thigh. He looked strong, stronger than any man she had ever seen before. Lethal, even. Dangerous. But she was not afraid. She lifted her gaze to his face and found two hazel eyes staring back at her through the darkness. 

“Who are you?” Elain managed to ask, her voice steadier than she felt. 

There was no answer. His eyes swept down over her body and Elain felt herself shiver. She could almost feel those eyes as if they were hands running down her body. She wanted his hands running down her body. Wanted so many things she shouldn’t want. She didn’t understand. Why was she here? 

She was close to him now - not close enough to touch, but close enough to finally make out all his features. Elain searched her brain for words to describe him, yet the only word that seemed fitting was ‘beautiful’. She had never seen such a beautiful man. His skin was dark, though it seemed to glow in a magical sort of way. His eyes were warm, and maybe she only imagined it, but she thought that she could see small flecks of gold there. He seemed like something out of this world. Surely, something so beautiful couldn’t be human. 

“Hello, little fawn,” he drawled, his voice smooth like velvet and shadows. He was darkness incarnate, yet the bright blue light emanating from him never seemed to dim. The shadows surrounding him seemed to be a part of him - an extension of his very being. As if he was wearing his soul outside his body. 

She didn’t understand the nickname and she was just about to ask him why he called her such a thing when she saw them. The wings. What she had thought was a cluster of shadows above him was actually two taloned wings. They had no feathers, no. The smooth surface reminded Elain of the bats that lived in her garden - creatures of the night, just like him. She stopped breathing for just a moment - from fear or shock or something else entirely, she didn’t know. She only knew that she had been right - this man was not human. She wasn’t even sure he was a man. He was something otherworldly, something dangerous, something to be afraid of. She knew that she should be afraid - yet, there was no fear to be found. She searched within herself but found nothing but curiosity and awe. He had come for her, though she didn’t understand why. 

“Who are you?” she asked again, her voice barely more than a whisper.

“You’ll find out when you need to know.”

Elain felt her heart race, her breathing quicken. She knew that she didn’t have much time, though she couldn’t remember why. Why was time running out? Why was he here? Where was here? Was she supposed to know? 

There were so many questions on the tip of her tongue, though the only words her mouth would form were, “You came for me.” 

The creature's face relaxed and he looked at her with such warmth that Elain had to suck in a breath. He looked at her as if she was something precious, something to take care of and treasure. No one had ever looked at her like that before. A small smile formed on his lips, and Elain thought that she had never seen something so beautiful in her entire life. “I will always come for you,” he said, and Elain knew that he was telling the truth. She didn’t know him, didn’t even know what he was, but she somehow knew that he could be trusted. She wanted to go to him, but her feet seemed rooted to the ground. She looked down just to see that her feet were covered in ivy, and when she looked up again, he seemed far away once more. She opened her mouth to call for him but yet again, no words came. She could feel herself panic. She didn’t want him to leave. She needed to know who he was. She needed to know his name. Needed the answer to her question, though she had forgotten what she needed to ask. 

She blinked, just once, and the world became blurry, something bright breaking through the darkness. Elain reached out a hand, hoping that he would grab it and hold onto her but she was met with nothing but smoke and shadows. She blinked again, and he was gone, replaced by something too bright, too…wrong. 

“Please,” she whispered as the last of his shadow disappeared only to be replaced by a blinding light. A heady scent of night-chilled mist and cedar lingered as she slowly returned to reality. 

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

The Secret Passion of Rod Steiger

Featuring Actor Rod Steiger

Back in 2001, I was working as an AC repair man in Malibu, CA when I was younger and can confirm. The older guys there (many of them married) liked dick on the side. I got as many blowjobs as I needed (and I needed a lot). Plus, the older and otherwise dominant guys would often let me fuck them wildly in bed. And I was more than happy to take their loads in either hole-and yes, I mean either hole. One particular man I like to recall for your perusal in was Rod Steiger. A famous character actor in the 1950s and '60s Hollywood known his his roles in On the Waterfront, The Pawnbroker, and In the Heat of the Night.

When I arrived at his Malibu home and rang the doorbell, I was greeted by his wife. She walks me to the pool area and calls out to him.

"What the hell do you want?"

After telling him the repairman was here, she was head out to run some errands and would be gone all afternoon. Then I watched in surprise as he climbed out of the pool in all his naked glory. I immediately focused on a nice size cock. His body was thick and almost hairless as he picked up a towel and started to dry his big body. Putting his foot in a lounge chair and bent over to dry his legs and feet, his beefy ass shined in the sun as I gazed at his balls hung beneath his wide pretty butt. I was glad to have my tool bag to hide my erection as he put on a robe and headed towards me.

"The thermostat is in here." He said.

He led me through the house, stopping briefly to talk about keepsakes adorning his walls and shelves. He had led a very interesting life and loved recalling the twists and turns. I loved hearing stories of times gone by.

It was a simple fix, taking ten to fifteen minutes at the most.

"Well it working now." I said as I pushed a screwdriver into my tool belt. "Should get good and cold now."

"Thanks… and I enjoy it." Mr. Steiger said he reached for a pen and quickly wrote the check.

As he sat in front of me writing, his balls were clearly visible from his robe. There they were, just plopped on the chair. He looked at me, adjusted his glasses smiling at me as he wrote the check. I couldn’t take this shit anymore, I wanted so bad to suck his cock. But I didn’t know if he would let me. So I did the next best thing, I grabbed a hold of my crotch trying to move my stiff cock inside my pants. Mr. Steiger’s eyes shifted down looking at me positioning my cock in my pants.

“Oh, I can see you’re a little hard down there, unzip your pants, pull it out, I’m pretty sure you need to let it out for some fresh air.” Mr. Steiger said.

I was glad he wanted to see my manhood as I unzipped my pants, pulling out my 7 inch hard cock. I could tell Mr. Steiger was impressed by my cock as he opened his robe revealing his 4 inch soft, uncut cock. It was so hot seeing his foreskin wrap around his cock head that I quickly got on my knees, moving myself closer to him. I took a hold of his cock looking up at him. Mr. Steiger had the most amazed look on his face seeing that I wanted his old cock as stroke his cock slowly. His cock begins to get hard and by the time he was fully stiff he was around 7 to 8 inches.

I went down on him taking it into my mouth, I heard him moan, his warm hands caressing my hair. I couldn’t believe I was blowing Mr. Steiger in his kitchen. We kept at it for about 10 more minutes until; I took my mouth off his cock. My mouth was full of his tasty precum.

Suddenly I stood up, letting pants fall to the floor as my throbbing dick sprung up and stood straight out from my body. The old man's eyes got big as he looked at my thick dick before reaching down and grabbing hold of it. I loved the feel of his hand on my dick as he started jacking it hard and fast.

Then the next thing I knew, the old actor has my dick in his mouth and was sucking on it with such skill that I realized that mine wasn’t the first dick that Mr. Steiger had sucked. The old man swallow inch after inch of my dick. And damn if he didn't deep throat my dick almost to its root.

Hell, I grabbed his bald head and started fucking Mr. Steiger. No matter how hard I shoved my cock down his throat, the old cock sucker took it and pushed his face against my crotch for more.

"Damn, what a cock." The old man said as he briefly pulled his mouth away from my cock.

Then Mr. Steiger was sucking me again and jacking himself off wildly. He didn't try to see how much of my dick he could get down his throat like before, he just sucked the head of my dick like crazy. I whispered to him that I wanted to put my cock inside him. He winked at me as I helped him up to give me a peck on the forehead. I could not believe this was happening as Mr. Steiger turned around, dropped his robe to the floor and bent over to give me full view of his beautiful, round and plump ass saying, "Fuck me."

I leaned over and licked his hole good and wet before spitting on my hand, slicking up my cock the best I could. I figured I would have a hell of a time getting my huge mushroom head into Mr. Steiger’s hole. But damn if his hairy asshole didn’t almost suck my cock inside. I knew then and there that this old actor had been doing more than just sucking cocks.

"Yes." He moaned from my entry of his warm butt.

Then I was holding his big ass with both hands as I began fucking him fast and steady in seconds. I was hunching at him hard, pinning him to the table with my thrusts. I grabbed his cheeks and spred them wider as I shoved my dick in and out in a frenzy. Damn this was good!

"That's it. Take my cock." I said almost angrily as I rammed my dick into him.

"Yes, fuck me. Make me yours." Rod answered.

I fucked him like a paid whore, ramming it deep and hard. Mr. Steiger was shaking his head, grunt and moaning loudly now and I could tell by him looking back at me that he wanted it even harder. And damn if him doing that didn’t excite me ever more. Hell, I started kissing the back of the old man neck as I fucked him while he jacked himself off. I don’t know how long I fucked him. Time lost all meaning. I was in heaven. And as I pumped my big dick into his ass, he shot his load on the kitchen floor and just kept cuming.

With Mr. Steiger going his orgasm, I reached around and held on to his big fat belly as I began to shoot my load deep in his pretty ass. His ass made a sucking sound as my cum filled it to the rim. I reached up to feel his breast as I still pumped his daddy hole. His nipples were hard as a rock as I pinched them. My dick finally slipped out as it became limp.

What a fucking I had given the old sweet fella. He really loved it to. He had a wide grin on his face as he turned around pulling his britches up. He leaned toward me and planted a big wet kiss on my lips. I opened my mouth wide to take his tongue in my mouth. Once we cleaned up and put our clothes back on, we were employer and employee again. Still, I’m looking forward to next time his AC breaks down.

[phoenix-downer]

I Really Could Stay Chapter 1

I Really Could Stay: ~1700 words. Sora and Kairi are starting to feel the strain of endless battles and missions on their relationship. Neither of them are sure they want to settle down and give up their life of adventuring for good, however. But a looming separation on Christmas makes them both think about what they want for the future.

Story Info: Sora/Kairi. Set Post-Canon. Alternating POVs. Established Relationship. Light Angst, Romance, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Christmas.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Sora was in one of his moods again.

Riku had known Sora his entire life, and his best friend had never been particularly good at masking his emotions. Not that he was really trying to at the moment. He was currently gripping the controls of the Gummi Ship with a scowl on his face so fierce that it would’ve been intimidating if it were directed Riku’s way.

Long gone were the days when Sora’s scowls made him look like an angry puppy. Riku was always going to be taller and bigger than his friend, but Sora had finally hit his adult height about a year ago and had the strength and fighting prowess to show for it.

Lucky bastard. He was just the right size to still move quickly while also packing quite the punch, as their sparring session earlier today had proven. Riku was stronger but not as fast, and he had a bruise on his arm from a well-aimed Keyblade blow to prove it.

“What’s wrong?” Riku asked, lounging on one of the nearby seats. He took a swig of his green tea and tried to keep reading his book. High school had to get finished somehow, and Riku was already two years past the normal graduation date. Twenty years old and still a student, how lame. At least he’d be graduating soon.

“I’m fine,” Sora ground out, though his tone made it clear he was anything but.

“It’s Kairi, isn’t it?” Riku didn’t even have to look up from his book to sense the change in Sora’s demeanor.

“It’s already been a week since I last saw her,” Sora said, his voice charged with emotion as the Gummi Ship lurched to the right, “and now I get sent on another last minute mission without any break? And right before Christmas too. What if I miss Christmas with her? How are we supposed to have a relationship like this?”

“You’ve managed this long,” Riku pointed out. A week or two weeks of separation was nothing compared to an entire year.

The Gummi Ship bounced up and down, and Riku’s tea splashed on him. He sensed more than saw the daggers Sora was glaring at him.

“Eyes on the skies,” he wryly remarked as he surveyed the damage to his clothes.

“Things are different now, Riku. We’re not kids anymore,” Sora said with just the note of petulance in his voice that made him sound like he still was one. Riku supposed his friend still had some maturing to do. They all did. It wasn’t like any of them had had normal growing up experiences. In some ways they were far beyond their peers; in others, far behind, and times like this made that very, very clear.

“Then stop moping and whining and ask Kairi to marry you already,” Riku said as he mopped up the spilled tea. His friends would have a lot more official recognition and the perks that came along with it if they would just tie the knot. They’d been dating for several years at this point. Why not just seal the deal already?

Sora groaned in frustration, running a hand through his spiky hair as he began the landing cycle. “But that would be even worse! Being separated from my wife all the time? I’d be a deadbeat husband.” He sighed and examined his hands, still tightly gripping the controls as he steered the ship. “We couldn’t bring kids into that mess either. I don’t want to be a deadbeat dad. I’m already a deadbeat boyfriend.”

Riku returned to his book. “Then you’ll have to make a choice. Do you keep traveling the worlds as the hero of the Keyblade, or do you settle down with Kairi?”

“I can’t make that choice yet!” Sora cried, his eyes flashing. Riku grabbed a spare scrap of paper to use as a substitute bookmark. This was going to take more than just a half-assed conversation to resolve. He waited patiently as Sora landed the Gummi Ship.

“If I don’t stop,” Sora continued once the ship’s engines had powered down, “it’s gonna drive Kairi and I apart! But there are still so many people out there who need my help. How can I turn my back on them?”

Riku sighed deeply. When they’d first started this adventure, things like marriage and family and long term commitments had seemed far away. Now those things loomed closer and closer. He didn’t have an answer for Sora because he didn’t have an answer for himself. And Kairi being a Keyblade wielder too made things more complicated. She was often sent out on missions as well, and even the times when Sora was on a break, there was no guarantee she would be too.

“The hero’s dilemma,” Riku told Sora at last. “We’ll never have normal lives, Sora. If you want a normal life, you’ll have to give up all of this,” he said, gesturing to their surroundings. “And no one can make that choice for you. Someday, you’ll either have to sacrifice your relationship with Kairi or your life as a Keyblade wielder. She’ll have to make that same choice if you want to make a relationship work long-term.”

Sora’s head jerked back at hearing the words “sacrifice” and “Kairi” in such close proximity to each other. But he was silent. The only noise was the faint Christmas music playing from the Gummi Ship’s speakers. It took a moment for Riku to notice the teardrops splotching onto Kairi’s lucky charm gripped in Sora’s palm.

Riku hated seeing his best friend cry. It made him uncomfortable because he couldn’t easily fix the problem.

“Listen, I’ll call Master Yen Sid tonight and ask if we can go back early if we finish the mission quickly,” Riku said. It was the best he could do under the circumstances. Maybe they could still make it home in time for Christmas.

“That sounds good,” Sora said, wiping his eyes. “I just wanted to be with her on Christmas. But I feel like Master Yen sends us out on missions on purpose when I’m more agitated and aggressive. Like he thinks I’ll fight better.”

That was entirely possible. Master Yen Sid was a good man overall, but he was also very calculating and would 100% figure out when each of them was in peak fighting condition.

“Well, do you?” Riku asked.

“When it’s between about four days and ten days of being separated from her, yeah, I do fight pretty well. After that I’m so irritable I’m worthless.” His eyes dropped to his hands. “And before that I’m too lovesick to be at my best,” he mumbled.

“With calculations like those, maybe you missed your calling as Ienzo’s research assistant,” Riku wryly replied as he opened his book again. It was surprisingly interesting and far less revolting than discussing Sora’s love life, and he really did want to know how it ended.

“What else am I supposed to do when I’m bored and frustrated?” Sora whined, flopping dramatically on the seat. “If I know when I’m in peak fighting condition, I’ll also know when I’m not. And that means I know what steps I need to take to avoid getting hurt—”

Riku scoffed. “You, be careful? You and Kairi both love to rush into danger, and then I have to fish you out of it. Imagine if you did get married and Master Yen Sid sent you on more missions together. My job would get a lot more stressful.”

“Hey, I’m trying my best here.” Sora scowled and his eyebrows did their best to express his sass, but then he sighed and rested his head against the back of the seat. “Do you think that’s why we don’t get to go on more missions together?” he asked in a small voice.

“You can’t concentrate to save your life when she’s anywhere nearby. You fight really well together, but the moment she gets so much as a cut, you panic and lose your focus.”

“So it is my fault.” Sora’s head drooped and his eyes were pained.

“I wouldn’t look at it like that. Keyblades make things more equal, sure, but you’ll always have certain advantages over her during combat. Magic can level the playing field, and she is a better mage than you—”

Sora pouted, and Riku rolled his eyes.

“—just barely, don’t look so offended. You’re never going to compete with the light in her heart and you know it. And she and you are both better mages than I am. But even with that advantage in one area of combat, the natural differences in raw physical strength between the two of you are still there. And that goes for any guy she has to fight. It’s only natural you worry about her.”

“Xemnas nearly broke her arm,” Sora whispered, resting his face in his hand. The haunted look in his eyes told Riku the memory might as well be from yesterday instead of four years ago. “Like he was just snapping a twig. And even when it’s just me and her…I’m not a big guy, but it still surprises me how much stronger I am than her sometimes.”

“But you know how to properly use and restrain that strength,” Riku pointed out, “and that’s what matters.”

Sora was silent.

“And did you just admit you’re not that big?” Riku asked, changing tactics. “Someone has finally given up on ever hitting six feet tall.”

“Hey, I made it to five ten, that’s pretty dang good for a runt!”

One look at Riku’s face made them both burst out laughing.

“Okay, okay, five eight and a half,” Sora amended.

“Who knew you had it in you.”

“Doesn’t matter, you’ll always be taller than me.” Sora was so mournful and melodramatic about it that Riku burst out laughing again. Sora grinned, and it was a welcome sight. Riku promised himself he’d complete this mission as soon as possible so his friends could be reunited in time for Christmas.

Sora was right. Riku teased him, but all those separations from Kairi couldn’t be good for their relationship. Helping his friends be reunited in time for Christmas was the least he could do.

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A/N: This story is based on some ideas Alja and I brainstormed together earlier this year about how Sora and Kairi would handle being separated from each other frequently, and this is both a very belated birthday present for her and a Christmas present all in one. Happy belated birthday and Merry Christmas, @angel-with-a-pipette ❤️

There will be five chapters total, and I'll be updating daily until it's done.

Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed the chapter!

[darkmermaidao3]

Chapter 18 of The Haitani Princess is out!

This chapter was one of my favorites to write because I love doing darker type stuff! First chapter featuring Sanzu!

Link below ⬇️

Excerpt from Chapter 18

“Fuck, please, please, ple-”

She blinked, her expression nonreactive even when the wall of the alley was splattered with red, a soft thump coming from the last body as it hit the damp ground, the head tumbling across the gravel.

‘…boring.’

“How disappointing.”

She side-glanced through the disheveled curls, watching as he sheathed the katana without so much as a glance, lightly kicking at the severed head to roll it in the opposite direction before turning his attention back to her, his emerald eyes studying her deeply as they always did.

“Think Kisaki will be happy now?” he questioned, not sounding as though he cared either way; she shrugged lightly, she couldn’t have cared less if he was, the prim bitch never got his hands dirty. “You’re bored again, aren’t you ma’am?”

She didn’t know why he’d bothered asking, she was always bored, and he knew as much; she wanted to feel her pulse race, or her heart go wild rather than how monotonous she regularly felt, it was as if her masking skills had merged with her personality to a point where there wasn’t a difference between the two anymore. Nothing excited her, nothing made her feel exuberant, everything was dull and there was practically no color left in the world. If it wasn’t that way, than it was the other, where the anguish inside her threatened to rise up and swallow her whole, the long days where she wouldn’t leave the bed because she was distraught on a level where she physically couldn’t move, wailing and screaming like a banshee until her throat was so raw that she’d lose her voice for a day or two; one of those days were closing in too damn fast and she needed him to be home for it.

“I want Mikey.” Reina responded easily, her voice monotone; they’d been together for almost twelve years, married for seven of them and just like when they’d been fifteen, he was the only thing that could fully soothe her.

[namelessbrand]

A leaf only falls ones

Prompt: royal Kaedahara Kazuha x royal fem reader

Warnings: botched Kazuha his personality, it went to fast

A/n: I literally made this right after I posted the first part 🤭but you only got a day or two later maybe I’m going to make part three right after I used loads of fancy words in this so be prepared✌️🙂

Pt.1 - Pt.3

Let’s all appreciate how good he looks 🙂

It was the Kaedahara Kazuha and his father “Wait what were they doing here huh are they here because the letter”

Your parents briskly let them in and treated them to tea you sat on the couch furthest away so you would look invisible your sister had her best dress on it looked stunning on her.

“We received your letter” Kaedahara Kageharu looked at you with confusion.

“We don’t fully understand why you would decline this offer and give it to your sister” he said.

“We just think Kokomi is more kosher. she’s a very astute and benevolent girl” your father responded in your stead. You just nod

“I wasn’t really talking to you sir but you are an extravagant girl we have seen your amazing artworks how impeccable you have very good manners” he says your father looks at you.

“You paint how come you never relaid it to us” he looks at you with a fake smile you know that he isn’t happy with this revelation.

“I tried to but you never concerned yourself with it” you say softly.

“Oh don’t suggest that that’s not true” your dad tries to seem nice but he knows to well what you said was correct.

The Kaedahara’s knew what was going on now they recognised that they didn’t care for their eldest daughter that’s why she denied and presented her sister instead.

“But that’s not the point right father we are here to discuss if it isn’t better to let Kokomi go instead, right” I say as I smile at my father and then Kokomi.

Kokomi smiles back at me pleased. My father nods his head in agreement. “So what do you think of Kokomi”

Kazuha just shakes his head at this. “I did not come here for Kokomi I came here for Y/n” he looks greatly disgusting by the fact they keep on insisting that he has to choose Kokomi.

“It’s either a accord from Y/n or I’m leaving.” Kazuha said sternly.

My family could only relent it would be a shame to let this opportunity go to waste. Kazuha smiled as they finally gave in.

“Y/n pleas pack your bags cause your not staying here anymore”. Your eyes widen at the statement you weren’t married yet and you would already move out.

“But isn’t it a bit to early and I wouldn’t want to leave Tsuyoko here”

you we don’t want you being miserable” he smiles at you you simply nod you can feel the glares your family are giving you as Kazuha helps you off the couch.

You pack your things and leave with Kazuha.

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I feel like this chapter is short and went to fast but atleast I can make a part 3 I made this one really right after I posted part 1 I was to excited to make my first series and I feel like I botched Kazuha his personality but it’s fine. 😌🙃 I’m sorry for the language I used it was just to fun

[starjane312]

Kit Tanthalos x OC

Big Masterlist

Masterlist

Chapter 25

J: Hi I’m Jane. Nice to meet you. And even though I acted like the greatest Idiot cause you almost Married my wife, I'd like to be your friend.

He shakes my hand.

G: Hi, I’m Graydon. My Father forced me to do so and I’d also like to be your friend.

We both laugh.

J: You know once I get to know you I will notice you’re not so bad.

He nudges my shoulder.

G: And you know once I get to know you I will notice that you only wanted to kill me because you were jealous.

J: And insecure.

I see Green and Blue sparkles flying around. I start reading.

J: Hey that’s good.

I notice Kit getting up.

J: What are you doing ?

K: She’s not the only one that needs to Train.

Jade looks at me. I nod.

J: Be careful. … Don’t let her Win.

I smile. The next few weeks Jade and I take turns in training Kit. I also help Graydon with his book and we both take care of Kenneth. The days get longer and the Nights shorter the farer we go. At one point Graydon and Elora fight together. I smile at that.

K: Come on.

I smile and lift my Sword. By the looks of my stab wounds and Kit’s belly it’s been a Month since we’ve been out here. She's in her Seventh month and I’m getting nervous. She's getting closer and closer to giving birth. But I’m also proud, Kit is getting better and better.

K: Stop going easy on me.

J: I’m not !

K: You are.

J: I don’t want to hurt either of you.

K: I know you won’t. But maybe you are not going easy on me. Maybe you’re just weak.

Ja,G: Oooh Burned.

I squint my eyes at her.

J: You want me to go hard. I will.

I lift my Sword and give it a good swing at Kit. But she fights back.

J: I know what you’re doing. 

K: What’s that ?

J: Mineta’s ploy.

I keep fighting her.

J: Your opponent thinks that they know you, thinks they can anticipate your next move. But you keep frustrating those expectations.

And again our swords Dance with each other.

K: Sounds pretty Frustrating.

With the next Hit I almost fall but regain my posture and go to attack her.

J: Yeah, it can be frustrating. Especially if you’ve been, like, aching to fight them for a while now, but the circumstances keep denying them the opportunity.

Our swords clash.

K: Maybe forces them to make a mistake.

She comes closer.

K: Or leaves the vulnerable to something unexpected,

She circles around me. Our swords meet each other again.

J: That’s the strategy.

Unexpectedly she pulls me close to her by the waist.

K: I love you.

J: Huh ?

The next thing I know is laying on my Back with her holding my arms to the ground and leaning over me. I take deep breaths.

J: You, my Wife, fight dirty.

She chuckles.

J: ‘Bout time.

We smile at each other

K: I really love you.

J: I love you too.

She kisses me. I lay my hands on her waist. As we part I smile. Then she winches. We both sit up. She holds her side.

J: What ?

She takes my hand. I feel a hard push against it.

J: Ok, it seems like they're getting stronger too.

K: Yeah but that Hurts.

J: What did you expect it to feel like ? Butterflies ?

K: Ha ha.

She goes to rest and I sit down next to Graydon.

G: What's wrong ?

J: I’m worried.

G: About Kit ? She’s tough.

J: Not about that.

G: Since we’ve been in Nockmaar you’ve been on edge. What happened there ?

I take a deep breath and look at the resting Kit. 

J: We had a fight. Again. At the end of it I said that I didn’t know if I could do this anymore and left her alone while she was crying. Well I wandered through the Castle, with no real destiny. After a while I sat down. Few minutes later I heard her scream my Name. Of course I ran as fast as I could and Arrived at a Closed door which wouldn’t open. She was calling for Help. I smashed the door with my Axe and when it was finally open …

I take a deep breath and wipe the tears away. He lays a hand on my Shoulder.

J: She was laying there Bloody with wide open, dead eyes just staring at me. She was holding the Baby. It was also Dead. She died giving birth. Alone thinking I didn’t love her anymore. That’s why I’m so …

More Tears run down my Face.

G: That’s why you’re so protective and never let her leave your side.

J: She’s my Everything. I have nothing but her. No Family. No one that truly understands me and knows everything about me, all my problems and Ticks. Boorman was carrying me because I tried jumping out of a Window.

He hugs me.

G: Does she know that ?

I scoff. 

J: No only you and Jade. 

G: If she knew maybe she would understand.

J: No, she'd only tell me not to Worry about her.

Out of nowhere there is a loud Crash and willow falls to the floor.

E: Willow !

We all jump up and walk to him. He’s still laying on the Floor not responding. Elora turns him around. He groans and opens his eyes. After that shocking experience we all go to sleep.

[ninjastormhawkkat]

The Strange Case of Wordgirl and Miss Crimes: Chapter 10

Unlike Becky apparently, Bob had definitely noticed the scientist’s clumsy nature. It was eerily reminiscent of how Becky’s dad was before his accident, maybe Dr. Jenkins was even more clumsy than Steven was. Either way it did not give any ease to the monkey as he knew Steven’s clumsy and obvious nature lead to his accident that caused him to become the villain that Becky worries about from time to time. Whose to say that Dr. Jenkins quirks won’t lead to something just as bad as before, or just as worse. Bob decided it was best to end things for the night, not try to argue with or upset Becky anymore, and head off to bed. Bob bid the young girl goodnight as he fell fast asleep on his bean bag bed. Becky said goodnight to him as well and crawled under the covers of her bed and got herself in a comfortable sleeping position. ‘Bob’s worried over nothing.’ Becky thought in her head. ‘Dr. Jenkins plan to help dad will work.’ *yawn* “It just has too.” Becky muttered before falling asleep. 

Some time has passed since Becky had that conversation with her father and it was filled with its ups and downs. Becky greeted her friends at school the next day and told them she talked with her dad yesterday. Becky said that everything went fine and she was touched that they were concerned about her and just wanted to help her.Violet and Scoops seemed to believe her as they moved on to talking about different subjects. Becky was glad that her friends seemed to believe she was alright now. Becky knew she had to be more careful and sneaky around them in order for them to avoid accidentally tipping off her dad about her true intentions. That was the good part of Becky’s week so far. The bad came from an incident at Reginald’s Jewelry Store. Unfortunately once again, Squeaky’s cheese cravings got the best of her father and the grocery store was still replenishing its cheese stock so Dr. Two Brains decided to rob Reginald’s jewelry store and turn all of the expensive items into fine cheeses such as camembert. Luckily Becky was able to stop her dad before he caused too much damage to the store and the store’s items. Sadly it meant Becky once again had to take her dad to jail, though he did apologize to her secretly for putting her through this again. If anything, this recent crime committed by her dad just made Wordgirl more determined to help her dad and hopeful that Dr. Jenkins’ plan would work. ‘Maybe I can work out a deal with the Warden and the police chief to let dad go since the experiment is ultimately designed to ‘rid’ Fair City of Dr. Two Brains.’ Becky thought to herself. As usual with her dad and the henchmen in jail, Becky stayed with the Botsford family for a temporary amount of time until her dad was released or he broke out, which ever came first for the mad scientist. Becky didn’t mind staying with the Botsfords and enjoyed spending time with the family. They never treated her any differently from other kids just because her dad was a villain. Mr. and Mrs. Botsford made sure to include Becky in their family outings and activities. Even TJ Botsford was a nice kid even thought their relationship most of the time was like siblings which included the annoyances and the arguing. Becky sometimes wondered what her life would be like if her dad ever had another kid or if he married anyone. Would they still be around even after he became Dr. Two Brains? Would they somehow prevent his accident from happening when she couldn’t have?

Late one night, after another non cheese dinner with the Botsford family, Becky was getting ready for bed when she got a call on her hero belt. Becky answered the call, “Hello?” she responded to the person calling her. “Um hello Wordgirl.” A nervous but familiar voice came from the speaker on her belt. Becky smiled as she recognized the voice. “Oh hi Dr. Jenkins. What do you need?” she said eagerly. “Well I got some good news Wordgirl.” Dr. Jenkins began, “I finished my ray and I am ready to test it out. Do you want to come to my lab and see how it works?” Becky felt she couldn’t contain her elation at the sudden news and tried her best to not yell out her excitement and accidentally wake up the other Botsford residents. She was elated that now finally, the nightmare that her dad was going through due to the accident was finally over. “Of course Dr. Jenkins.” Wordgirl responded, trying to sound professional while feeling immense joy deep down. “I’ll be over there right away.” Becky bid the scientist goodbye and later transformed into her hero outfit. She was about to get Bob when she noticed the monkey was dead asleep. ‘Mmm, probably a better idea to let Bob get some more shut eye.’ Becky reasoned in her head,’I can just tell him how things went down tomorrow.’ With that plan in mind, Wordgirl flew off, leaving her sidekick behind, and headed straight towards Dr. Jenkins’ lab. 

@melodythebunny

@drtwobrainsstuff

[xoxopandapanda]

Edwin Week 2022: Day 5: Time

@503week

(I’m so late it’s almost Edwin Week 2023. lolololololololol)

Day 1  Day 2  Day 3  Day 4   Day 6

Characters: Edward Elric, Winry Rockbell, Alphonse Elric

Fanfiction

AO3

Time had always seemed to go so slow for Edward Elric. He wanted to grow up. He wanted to get across the country fast. He wanted to be able to be where he wanted to be without the waiting that time required of him.

His journey with this brother seemed to only drag on and on, days seemingly like years as he tried to get Al’s body back. Sleeping sometimes felt like just an excuse to have time pass, because if he could, he would simply keep going without ever resting.

Broken automail often meant periods of time with waiting and not moving. He hated it. He knew that Winry worked as fast as she could, and even sacrificed her own sleep to get him back on the road as fast as possible, but it still felt so slow to him.

Al had confided in him that his recovery felt slow when he got his body back. Ed had understood better than even Al had imagined.

“Time is needed, but it’s so damn slow, right?” Ed grumbled out, helping Alphonse settled down in the soft bed for a much need midday nap.

Al’s eyes fluttered closed, but he whispered out one last question. “Did you feel this way when getting used to your automail? Like it was taking too long to get better?”

Ed patted Al’s head, silently let him know his response.

Alphonse believed it Ed would take forever to finally ask Winry to marry him. They had never really established a relationship or dated, but Winry had started introducing him as her boyfriend one day, and he hadn’t denied it.

He watched them dance around the topic of marriage, taking their sweet time to move forward with the next steps on their journey together.

It dragged on and on – sometimes Al wanted to just plan their wedding without them, just to tell them to show up. That way at least it would get done.

But he knew he needed to let them figure it out on their own, no matter how long it took.

Just as he was about to lose his mind and just conspire with Granny to sort the issue out himself, he overhead Edward on the phone.

“She wants a spring wedding. Is there a week you can come? It’s real important to her that you come.” Al didn’t know for sure who he was talking to but the word ‘wedding’ got his attention. He quickly whipped back around the corner as to not be discovered and continue eavesdropping. Whomever he was talking to caused Ed to audibly growl.

“Well maybe I want you there too. We are getting married and it’s kind of a big deal.”

Ed paused before letting out a huge huff. “No, we don’t have a guest list yet.”

Al peaked over his shoulder to try to gauge on his brother’s mood. He was glowering and hunching over. Not a good sign for this conversation to go well. “I’m not a state alchemist anymore. I don’t think I have to wear my uniform for the ceremony.”

Al’s eyes widened, realizing who exactly he must be talking to. Ed? Reaching out to invite Roy Mustang to a spring wedding? Between him and presumably Winry?!

Ed stomped his foot in annoyance. “If you’re going to be a dick about, don’t come.” He paused, grinding his teeth. “But at least tell me what week works for you and Lieutenant Hawkeye to come up. It’s important to Winry.”

Al shifted on the balls of his heels to run away and find Granny, quite pleased with his discovery of a potential wedding. He had aimed to leave the scene before Edward hung up the phone, but he was too slow. He felt his brother’s hand land on his shoulder, pulling him back.

“Don’t tell anyone what you heard.” Edward hissed in his ear. “I haven’t made anything official, just testing the waters and seeing what I might be getting into.”

Al looked at his profile incredulous. “Winry doesn’t know that you called Mr. Mustang about a wedding?”

Edward blushed fiercely, before shaking his head no. “She doesn’t need to know either. Until I get the ring back from central.”

Alphonse’s eyes widened in shock. “Ed.”

Ed stood up straight and blasted past him, refusing to acknowledge his brother.

“ED!” Al took chase. “YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT AND LEAVE.”

But leave he did, because with this, he would do it on his own time.

[jeromefart]

I should drop all my link hcs because I have so many

Twilight

-the wolf curse was removed from him but it left a lot of physical and instinctual changes to him, he would describe himself as being 50/50 wolf and hylian

-the curse mark is on his forehead, cheeks, and stomach

-he has fangs and his nails grow long, he prefers to keep them sharp because it’s sometimes helpful and helps him curb scratching urges easier

-speaking of urges, he has a lot. He likes to stimulate his senses a lot, like how dogs like to fetch and dig, or how cats like to scratch and hunt. He’ll get into instinctual modes where he’s more quiet and physically needy, just like when dogs have gone a while without attention and beg you for pets

-he shows affection thru kisses licks and bites, he sometimes gets into playful modes where he’s sniffing a lot and he tends to always give kisses with tongue, a wolf/human hybrid that’s halfway between a kiss and a lick that’s not too animalistic but curbs the urge to care for and groom people

-he lovesss biting and chewing, even if it’s just gentle nips and nibbles. It calms him and eases him when he’s feeling upset about things

-caught between either being dominant and extra caring or submissive and compliant, does this make him a beta idk abo things

-his senses are very strong, hearing and smell specifically. One fun thing is that he smells arousal, so if somebody is bricked up, he will know who. And half of the time smelling it puts him in the mood too. What a disaster. Jk. He gets to have sex with everyone! Yay!

-looks up to Time a LOT. He bonded with his spirit and learned so many things from him, he was the only real connection he had to the past hero he’s taking the place of. And while he’s mocked by others for wearing the tunic, he himself is praising him and urging him to move onward. So meeting a young adult version of the same guy, who’s equally smart and attractive as the one he idolized. It makes him go. Insane.

-back to praise, yes he loves to hear that he is a good boy, but he gets flustered and embarrassed too. He just likes to be appreciated and loved as affectionately as he often feels

Time

-Physically, around 23 but including time shenanigans, he’s closer to 25

-He’s forced to grow up way too fast so he can be harsh and brash, but he’s also still a kid at heart and loves to be mischievous and playful

-coped very badly with Termina, even inside of it, using the looping time to mess around with no consequences. He would drink until Tatl had to drop things on his face so he’d wake up and play the song of time before the moon fell. He’d also sleep around with no consequences because they wouldn’t remember it

-more on that in Termina he was more like 13, some time passed and he moved out of kokiri forest but life wasn’t the same without Navi so that’s why he went to look for her

-anyway he was incredibly young to be sleeping around and it’s awful. He mainly went after kafei and would go “I was transformed into a kid too, it’s fine” 🙁

-he stayed kafeis sneaky link years later and eventually kafei broke down in guilt in front of him for taking advantage of a kid while being married and link was like “maybe I shouldn’t do this anymore”

-so after that he stopped partying and sleeping around and tried to settle down and find peace, that was around 22. But as an adventurer he could never stop craving excitement and went out into the forest again looking for trouble, and that’s when he falls into twilight’s world.

-scar on his eye from the fight with Majora, it broke the fierce deity mask in half and he almost dieddd

-also broke his back once in termina and it never healed right, I’ve adopted this hc as my own hehehe

-has a few scars that didn’t heal right and are too tight, they stretch and get irritated and inflamed, there’s one on his ribs thats especially bad he got in his fight w ganondorf

-loves to fish. Goes so insane for fishing

-considered pursuing malon but didn’t want to drag her into his turbulent life bc he knew it would only cause pain for others. Didn’t think it was possible to settle down

-very confident in his abilities and brags and is quite teasing, very playful because he’s a kid at heart, but often gets deathly serious and contemplates heavy things

-ends up being content with leaving his hometown in the past behind. He’s had enough time travel shenanigans to really not care where he’s at. He just wants to live in the moment and cherish his relationship with the man he feels so connected to

[ruminate88]

Noooow, that I’m out of the relationship, of course I wanna speak up for myself and say how I felt towards him BUT when I was in the relationship, he had me on egg shells worried to push him away. I couldn’t say everything I wanted and I couldn’t even feel comfortable to say “I love you” anymore…. Cuz he wasn’t saying it either.

but now the relationship is OVER and all the feelings I wanted to express before are meaningless 😕 After all, I’m married now to SOMEONE ELSE and I blocked his number cuz he kept messing with me and disappointing me. He didn’t care about my feelings. That’s another reasons I felt uncomfortable to say what I wanted to him. He wasn’t listening anyway…

Andrew, I acknowledge you had inner conflicts I knew nothing about and you didn’t tell me that. You pushed me away over and over, for reasons I’ll never know and probably aren’t meant to know. You had multiple girlfriends but made me believe at the start that you actually wanted to be with me… I KNEW it was too good to be true. I tried so hard to be what you wanted but you made me fearful I couldn’t say what I wanted to you cuz you were so distant and giving me short replies. I always worried if I said something you didn’t like, that you would walk away from me. You stayed a lot longer than I expected but also I was easy to talk to and you know that.

you KNEW I cared about you but you never cared about me 🥺❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 I am trying to forgive you. I forgive you for neglecting me in the relationship…. Maybe it was all a game for you, maybe you just had too many girlfriends to keep up with OR maybe you had insecurities that kept us apart. I gave my best shot at trying to know you and love you…. I couldn’t give you more than that. You gave me nothing but empty promises!!! I tried to break up with you because I believed you hated me. You neglected me OVER AND OVER! So many times I waited for your replies and there didn’t come for days. You had me crying over you every day… is that what you wanted?????

I freakin cared about you and your stress at school. I cheered you on to pass your exams…. I was patient with you and believed your promises you gave me but you don’t love me. I mean, you can’t undo the past. You moved on sooooo fast it hurt me so deep. I know I am the one who broke up with you, only because it’s what I thought you wanted 😭 you didn’t even cry when I did it!!! That SUCKED FOR ME! You said sorry to me but it didn’t feel like you meant it. If that’s harsh or judgmental sorry but it’s the truth. I didn’t feel you were genuine in anything you said to me once I broke up with you!!! ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

I miss you but I guess I miss who I believed you were when I met you. You seemed so nice and sweet to me but ended up being so cold to me and I truly believed you hated me with a deep passion!!! 😭😭❤️‍🩹 did you hate me??? Did you want me to hurt so much!??? What about when you were with me during a suicide attack and tried to convince me “I’m not well”?? Was that on purpose to make me hurt myself ?? ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

I didn’t hurt myself and I’m ok. Your words didn’t take me down. They did suck tho. Just wanted you to feel my love…. Feel my pain….. feel me and see me 🥺😕😭❤️‍🩹

[raymondvelez]

Bertolli's 🍕

“Los, what’s wrong? I can tell you’re lost in deep thought.”

“Nothing’s wrong, babe.” I replied.

I grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels not because I was looking for something else to watch besides the Cubs, but because it felt like the only reasonable thing to do to was occupy my lack of action in the last hour or so. I know what you’re thinking, if you’re watching the Cubs game, how does your girl know your wheels are turning so fast? Isn’t sports the only place left where men can mindlessly gaze for hours without interruption or judgement? Well, to put things in perspective, the game had finished an hour ago and I was now blankly staring at the painting Sandra had gifted me. No, Natalie had no idea I had lost the last thirty-five minutes of my time gazing at a frame gifted from an ex it took mad months to get over. She hadn’t a single clue. But what she did know, was that I wasn’t focused on anything of importance, and that now that the Cubs were done playing, it meant that it was time for me to direct whatever measure of focus I had left available, to her. No matter how small.

Natalie is a real woman. She’s almost forty with no children, does her own hair and nails so she can have more disposable income to save for retirement, and never been married because she spent her entire adulthood focusing exclusively on writing columns and teaching philosophy at community colleges. Only reason why we met is because I was the banker who helped her consolidate credit card debt she racked up while in grad school at Loyola. My review on Solange’s performance at the Metro I wrote for Unrated Magazine a couple years ago has nothing to do with why we’re currently dating, unfortunately. Either way, she was at that show that night as well; so knowing that we were in the same building the same night, 6 years before we met, provides her the dissolution that we’re meant to be.

Even though Natalie is affectionate enough to relax her head against my chest while I mindlessly search through documentaries on Amazon Prime that I know will ultimately bore her, I go through the endless selection anyway.

“Babe, I don’t wanna watch that. Let’s watch America’s Next Top Model. It’s my turn to choose.” Natalie explains.

“Babe, I’m hungry.” I reply before handing over the remote.

“What do you want to eat, baby?”

“Let’s get Bertollis”

“Boy, we do not live in Oak Park anymore. You know good and well they won’t deliver all the way over here. We’d have to pick it up. And I know you don’t feel like driving right now. What else you thinking?” Natalie asked.

I wasn’t thinking much about anything else to be honest. All I knew was that I was hungry for pizza and that was the only place I wanted to order from right now. I don’t know why I was so fixated on this restaurant anyway. Mama Lunas, Festa and Congress were all minutes away driving, yet I couldn’t get myself to make the call to either of them. It was like my mind was stuck or something. Like I couldn’t move on. I know it’s just pizza. But sometimes pizza parlors in certain neighborhoods where you spent time making memories you didn’t expect to cherish, provide a delayed response of appreciation.

[ilovejungkookalot0901]

The Devils Deal (Episode 2)

The man limped into the house covered in blood and bruises followed from behind by the devil.

"Father, are you alright?" gasped a honey-like voice from the stairs.

The man didn't answer as he stared at his only child, Lee Y/n. She was such a beautiful young woman at the age of 17. Tears rolled down the man's face wondering how he could ever let her go.

Y/n panicked as compassion gripped her, seeing her father in tears. Moving quickly towards him, she comforted him with her sweet words. The devil, watching this scene with curiosity, felt his heart wrench when the girl ran to her father. He had never seen a girl more beautiful. He was marveling at her when suddenly she looked up and saw him. His heart started beating fast as those wonderful orbs stared into his soul. She, on the other, couldn't help but be attracted to this handsome yet dangerous being. He was giving dark, twisted vibes but she couldn't look away. Something in Jungkook snapped as she opened her mouth to speak.

"Father, who is this man?" questioned Y/n as she continued to stare at him.

Her father didn't answer, as he couldn't, being overcome with his emotions. Jungkook couldn’t believe this beautiful girl didn’t know who she was. He waited silently for the man’s answer, but he didn’t repsond. Jungkook not being a patient man, spoke up first.

"Won't you tell her who I am?" Jungkook questioned mysteriously with a threat in his voice.

The man, hearing the threat in his voice, turned to his daughter and looked at her with sorrow-filled eyes.

"This is Jeon Jungkook, my dear. He-he wants to marry you."

Y/n gasped, feeling the world being pulled out from under her. This man wanted to marry her? How could she get married?

"I am only 17." she thought

"But father, I don't understand. Why do I have to marry this man?"

Her father started to answer when Jungkook responded.

"Your father," he sneered, "owes me a little something. Actually, a lot of something. He went behind my back and betrayed me. He agreed to give me you so he wouldn't be killed...by me." he smirked.

Y/n gasped as she listened to his words carefully. Now her choices were running thin. She could either marry this man and risk her life, or have her father die and be left alone in this world. What would she choose? She looked at the man who called himself Jungkook while she was thinking. He stared into her soul, and she couldn't help but be flustered. Even though he looked intimidating and had threatened to kill her father, what if he would be nice to her.

"So, what will be your decision princess?"

Taking a deep breath, she said

"I-I-I will marry you."

Jungkook’s eyes widened in surprise, then he regained his composure. Didn’t this girl know who he was. Didn’t she know that her father was not what he seemed. He wondered what she did know or if she was as innocent as she looked. After all, she looked like she was still in school. Not wanting anyone to know what he was thinking he responded to the girls statement.

"Perfect option princess."

He turned to her father and smirked.

"That wasn't so bad was it now. Well now that we have a finalized decision, I guess I will take my leave now."

He started to turn towards the door, stopped, and marched straight towards Y/n. He bent down towards her ear and whispered,

"I will make your life a living nightmare princess. I will break until you can't be broken anymore, and then I will break you again. I will have you on your knees begging for mercy. If you dare disobey me, there will be consequences. For you didn't choose a gentleman, my dear, you chose the devil.”

To be continued